Total pages in book: 52
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49949 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 250(@200wpm)___ 200(@250wpm)___ 166(@300wpm)
Most of the time, I write different fantasies about women… well, lately, one woman. Renee Linwood.
I open the bedside table that houses my journal, but all I see is the novel I’ve been reading, a pen, and condoms. No journal. I try not to immediately panic.
Thinking for a moment, I contemplate if I put the journal somewhere else, but I know damn well I didn’t.
I haven’t taken the journal out of my bedroom since I moved into this house. Sitting down on the bed, I’m perplexed when that familiar smell hits me again. Cherry and vanilla. Fuck. Renee! She had to have taken the journal!
Throwing myself down on the bed, with my erection still at attention, I try to figure out what to do. Do I confront Renee and demand she return my book? I could give her a firm lecture about snooping through other people’s things. Visions of me throwing Renee over my knee and spanking her big ass pop into my mind.
Shaking those thoughts away, I wonder if Renee will tell Colt what I’ve been writing about her. Would she do that? I doubt it. Renee knows that if she tells her father I’ve been writing erotic stories about her, Colt will never let her see me again. I know Renee wouldn’t let that happen. Even if she doesn’t have a crush on me, Renee wants me in her life, and in Colt’s.
Whatever Renee is planning on doing with my journal, I know it will only lead to trouble, though. Even if she does nothing with it, she’ll look at me with a knowing smile and begin to tease me with her body more than she already does.
Shit, this is so fucking bad.
5
Renee
The next morning as I sit in the kitchen, I can barely keep my eyes open even as I sip black coffee, which I hate. I usually drink my coffee weak and extra sweet, but I seriously need to wake up.
“Rough night?” Daddy asks as he grabs a mug for himself.
“I couldn’t sleep.”
While that was sort of true, the reason I couldn’t sleep was because I kept distracting myself. Kane’s journal had proved to be a real page turner! Each juicy entry starred Kane and I having fictional sex, and the more I read, the hornier I got.
Sometimes, Kane’s writing wasn’t fictional, though. There were a few entries where he talked about some idiot at work or how he was glad he’d moved to Tarrytown to be closer to Dad and me. He wanted to look out for us, knowing my mother had really done a number on my father.
And sometimes, Kane just talked about how beautiful I had become, which was incredibly sweet and gave my ego a major boost. It does nothing to help the fact that I want to jump his bones, though. In fact, it makes me want him even more—to know that Kane doesn’t simply have a fetish for big tits and ass… that he also finds my eyes to be captivating, and he thinks my smile lights up a room.
“What do you have planned for today?” Daddy asks, interrupting my thoughts of Kane.
“I’m hanging out with Billy.”
“Great.”
Daddy’s response is sarcastic, so I roll my eyes at him.
“You don’t like Billy?”
“I don’t really know him. I only met him that one time, and I wasn’t exactly impressed.”
I want to tell my father that Billy is a really great guy once you get to know him and that he makes me happy. But honestly, I don’t know if any of that is actually true about Billy Borg.
Today, Billy and I will be alone together for the first time in weeks. Between school, his part-time job, and our friends, we don’t have too many opportunities to be alone. Or maybe I don’t allow for many opportunities.
If I’m honest with myself, being alone with Billy leads to making out, and Billy isn’t a great kisser. I’m hoping he’ll be better at other things. Maybe that slobbery tongue of his will feel good other places.
After exploring Kane’s dirty mind last night, my body has been in a constant state of arousal, and I need a real release soon. I suppose I could put Billy to good use.
“What are you doing today, Dad?” I ask, trying to focus on something other than sex. Well, something other than Kane. Sex with Kane, actually.
“I actually have to show a house this morning, but then I’m going to relax and do absolutely nothing.” He smiles like the thought is heavenly.
I know “absolutely nothing” really means Dad is going to clean the house, do yard work, and go grocery shopping. The man doesn’t know how to relax. That phrase shouldn’t even be in his vocabulary.
“Sure you will,” I smirk knowingly.
After two cups of coffee are in my system, I get ready for my day with Billy. I hear the doorbell ring, and I’m surprised Billy didn’t just wait in the car and honk like he always does. I hop downstairs to see Chastity talking to my father.